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(If you have not yet read [Part 1]( go back and begin there.)

I drove back towards home: we at all times like running our errands from farthest out to closest, so we would be near home after finishing. Even though that meant we got groceries first, we had a system to profile for it. Halfway home was a gas station with an automated car wash. It was about a 10 minute drive, so I handed my phone to her and told her to pleasure herself on the drive, but that she was not to have an orgasm yet. She took the phone, adjusted her seat to lean back more, and closed her eyes as she manipulated the app and began edging herself. It was a challenge after this, focusing on the road and resisting the urge to watch her toy with herself. Listening to her moans and whimpers kept me straining at the fabric of my jeans. We arrived at the gas station. She didn’t even slow down: with one hand she adjusted the vibrations of her toy, and the other was under dress fondling herself and pushing the bulbous end of the toy in and out of her now sopping wet pussy. I got out and adjusted myself in my pants as it was borderline uncomfortable at this point. I took care of the gas, topping off the tank, and adding a wash to the bill. Getting back in the car, there was a noticeable humidity to the atmosphere inside. She had not slowed down at all, and was breathing heavily and really squirming in the seat, not at all caring if anyone around noticed. I got in, fired the car up, and drove around to the car wash entrance. These washes are pretty common: you drive in slowly until the green light on the machine turns red, and stop there. It then hoses down, spins the brushes, etc. until the cycle is done, then the light turns green again and you leave. I rolled up to the panel outside, punched in the code for the wash I bought, and once the light turned green, slowly drove in until it changed red. I put the car in park, set the emergency brake, and then looked over at her.

“I’ll take that back now.” She looked over at me flustered, cheeks red, sweat beading on her forehead, and her lips parted as she breathed out. She handed the phone to me, her other hand still playing with herself, her dress now pulled up and exposing everything. Her legs were spread as far as they could be in the passenger seat. “Now, I want you to suck my cock until I tell you to stop.”

“Okay…” she replied, immediately reaching for my pants and beginning to undo my belt and the button/zipper of my pants. She was well-practiced with these, and had them open in moments, her hand snaking under the elastic band of my underwear and fishing my hard cock out. She repositioned herself in the seat so that her head was in my lap and her ass was facing the passenger window. I leaned my seat back to give her more room and get away from the steering wheel. She swallowed my cock and began sucking intensely, her hand gripping very tightly around the base and squeezing in rhythmic pulses to match up with her mouth-work. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and groaned in pleasure as she worshiped my dick. I put a hand on the back of her head, weaving my fingers into her hair, and gently pushed down in time with her bobbing, urging her to go deeper and holding down there longer. Her nostrils flared as I got her to the edge of her ability to take me. She would occasionally gag, and I would release the pressure on her head and allow her to back off before she eagerly went back down, trying to take it all the way to the base. After a few attempts, she got there, and I felt it reach into her throat. She hummed and I could feel the vibrations down my shaft. She bobbed her head slightly up and down, massaging the head of my cock with her throat muscles before pulling all the way back up until her lips were just barely wrapped around the tip, then plunging back down once again to complete the process. I reached a hand over during this time and grabbed her toy, pulling it out and pushing it back to match the timing of her sucking motions on my cock. She moaned louder every time they synchronized. I could feel myself getting close just as the wash finished its cycle. I grabbed her hair and pulled her off my cock.

“That will do now, gorgeous.” I told her as she sat back in her chair, breathing heavily and wiping saliva from her chin. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, her hand going immediately back to between her legs as she continued to pleasure herself. I buttoned myself back up and adjusted the seat just in time for the light to flash green again, and away we went. Next and final stop was the hardware store. Much closer to home.

On the drive to stop three, I selected a pre-set pattern on the toy and let it play out. She continued to writhe in the seat next to me, now leaning the seat all the way back and stretching her legs out into the passenger footwell. Her hand was no longer between her legs, and was now gripped tightly to the door handle, her knuckles white. I stopped the pattern and the toy stopped vibrating. Her breathing evened out but remained noticeably elevated. She took a few deep breaths, attempting to regain her composure.

“Fuck…” she exclaimed between breathes. “I don’t know much more that I can take. I am so wet.” To prove this, she reached down for a moment, and then pulled out two fingers, spreading them open and watching the sticky fluid that now coated both of them. She looked at it for a moment before placing them in her mouth and sucking on them, humming in pleasure to herself, then looking over at me. I smiled at her and blew her a kiss.

“I think you can handle a bit more. We have one more stop to make before we go home.” I turned the pattern back on to a fresh groan from her as she fell back into the seat and began squirming again. She was louder this time, all pretense at being composed gone. A couple minutes later we arrived at the hardware store. I grabbed my phone, not stopping the setting, and got out. She took a moment, but she managed to climb out of the car and we walked over to the entrance, hand in hand. She had a vice-like grip on mine as she struggled to deal with the waves of pleasure spreading through her body. I looped her arm in mine and gave her hand a squeeze as we entered the store. She leaned against me, squeezing my hand tighter every time the toy pulsed through its highest settings in this particular pattern. I was so turned on at this point that I didn’t bother trying to prolong this stop. We quickly and efficiently gathered the handful of items we needed, paid for them, and got back outside. Again, I opened her door and helped her in. She collapsed back in the seat and her hand went right back to touching herself. I walked around, got in, started the car, and drove the 5 minutes back home. As we pulled into the driveway, she groaned loudly, rapidly breathing and smacking her hand on the door. I closed the app, reached over, and pulled the toy from inside her.

“Not. Yet. ” I said sternly. She sagged into the seat and moaned in consternation. I looked over at her, and popped the bulb of the toy into my mouth, sucking her wetness off of it, then licked the rest of it off the smaller end. She watched me do this, a sexy smile on her lips and a burning desire in her eyes. “Here. Go open the door for me while I grab this stuff.” I handed her the keys and got out. She walked to the door while I grabbed the grocery bags, and met her just as she opened the door. She stepped back, and I walked inside and straight to the kitchen. I heard the door shut behind me, and a moment later she appeared in the doorway as I set the bags on the counter. She stared at me hungrily; I smiled at her.

“Go get comfortable. I will be there in a minute.” I opened the bags, the fridge doors, and began putting the food away. She disappeared down the hallway. It took a couple minutes, but once the food was put away safely, I followed down the hallway. The bedroom door was closed. I opened it, and the sight before me took my breath away for a moment as I stood there, stunned. (Coming in Part 3)

NSFW: yes

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